Free The Hubby Hold (IQ Testing Book 2) by Ipam Page A

cotton ball.”
    “O! Okay! I learned something new, today. I’ll help ya look, for you, a cotton ball, too, then we leave and go back into the Cubby Hole.” I nod, turning and walking down the row of plants, searching for another cotton boll for Lamis. I am still most eager to leave and find Buffo.
    I walk slowly, slapping the silly branches from my chest and face. I growl then frown with pain. I touch the red swollen patch on my hand.
    Lamis leans into the plant, ripping at the leaves then emerges, smiling. “I found two cotton bolls…”
    “My hand itches…”
    Lamis gasps, viewing the red rash on Ketona. “You’re allergic to the white tissue of the cotton boll, which comes from the cotton seed. The white flower causes a reaction to the skin, when folks are allergic, like you. Ya got inflamed skin, looking like a rash, except the rash could spread to other body parts…”
    I gasp, flinging the cotton bolls from my arms, landing on top of the plants. “What da I do? My hand itches and burns like fire,” scratching my hands.
    Lamis exhales, collecting the cotton bolls on top of plant. “I know. First, we gotta walk away from the cotton field, holding the cotton bolls. Okay, so, bend your arm. I’m going to tuck the two bolls into the crook of your arm, inside your elbow. Your rash only covers your hands, because the cat suit protects the rest of your body.”
    “Okay!” I carefully walk and hold the two precious cotton bolls, into my crooked elbow, for fear of not getting out of the red room of mirrors, being trapped here, foreverly.
    Lamis smiles and nods. “Let’s walk back to the room, toting our treasure and on the way, I’ll collect the plant leaves. The oil will reduce the inflammation in both your hands, from the allergic reaction of the cotton bolls. Here’s a patch of leaves. Use your other hand and gently rub the oil from leaves over your stationary hand, while ya walk. You’ll be okay. I promise, Ketona.”
    We walk slowly along the soil.
    I gently rub the plant leaves over my stationary hand, holding the two cotton bolls, in the crook of my elbow as Lamis pulls more plant leaves then hands to me.
    The rash starts to disappear with only the itchy feeling remaining. I gently rub my other hand, not moving my arm, which is very difficult.
    We exit the cotton row, walking to the room of mirrors.
    I stop and smile at my me-chee chair, flinging my arm out. The two cotton bolls drop then roll along the floor, catching the soft breeze. “My rash is gone and I’m gone, too. Bye, bye, red color tone.”
    Lamis tosses her arms of cotton bolls into the air as they fly over her head.
    We giggle and smile with relieve.
    I hug her, saying. “Thank you, Lamis. You are very, very smart. I wouldn’t have figured out the cure for my rash, or the thing with the cotton bolls. I wish you the best of luck, in the rest of the color tones. I’ll see ya inside the gold circle. Okay? Well, I’m definitely ready for the next round of academic questions compared to this country hoe down dance,” I giggle, turning and skipping towards the rear of the wall.
    Lamis yells.
    I stop then spin to her.
    Lamis rubs her fanny, shouting. “The cotton bolls are not ‘the thing.’ It’s the wrong thing.
    I grunt the growl, marching to Lamis. “I don’t wanna go back into that field of balls and plants. So, what’s ‘the thing,’ then? I really wanna leave, here, now, this moment for the…”
    Lamis frowns then bursts into tears, holding her face, standing beside her me-chee chair. “Don’t know! I really don’t know. I’m sorry. I don’t know, but I do not know that I’m going to be stuck, here, in the red color tone with you, forever. This is our destiny, if we can’t figure out ‘the thing,’ before Citizenship Day ends, like Rincon told...”
    “Naw, ya want be stuck, here, and me, neither.” I exhale, viewing the floor. I hug Lamis, saying. “It’s okay. We’ll figure it out, together. Okay!” I